‘Cause I Love You More Than I Could Ever Promise, And You Take Me The Way I Am.

This morning you said Happy Valentine’s Day. You told me to come down stairs. Sure it was 5:30 in the morning so I was a little tired but I went along with it. I came down stairs in my recently bought PJ’S and was greeted with a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. I feel like you love me so much sometimes. I know we don’t have money right now, and you wish you could get me something, I want to get you something too. Your american greeting e card was enough to make me smile.

Recently you did something that made me feel even more special than all that. You sent me an email one day saying simply “When I heard this I thought of you.” and attached a song.

Ingrid Michealson – The Way I Am

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I’d find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I’ll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I’d buy you Rogaine if you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

I think that meant more to me than a lot of things people have done for me in the past. You made me feel so very special and you continue to do so, I love you so much for that.

So on this Valentine’s Day my wish is for you to be happy. I know I’m happy with you and I hope to stay here a good long time.



Sit down, Come Round, I need you now, We’ll work it all out together…

So my last post was quiet a bit sad, full of frustrations and problems I didn’t know how to handle. Some of those things still prevalent, less of them really in my front sights. I started working. Here in a few weeks I will graduate training and become a full fledged Corrections Officer. I’ll be working in one of the scariest places I think I’ve ever heard of and in all honesty? I don’t think I could be any happier right now. I love it so far, am I scared? Absolutely, it’s a scary thing. I’m more concerned about the fact that others rely on me to possibly save their lives. If something I do wrong causes me to get hurt or die at least it was my fault. Where as if I were to cause someone else’s demise I don’t know if I would be able to forgive myself. At any rate, Enough of that scary things. Things are going okay here, I’m nervous about getting all the bills payed and getting everything up to date but I think I’ll be able to pull it off. In the mean time I’m really just trying to relax and do the best I can to focus on taking care of work.

I haven’t posted for crap lately and that is because I’ve been sicker than a dog. I’m finally almost over it. Little bit of hearing problems and some mucus here and there, still snoring a little according to BF but that should pass. I got bad enough to the point where I felt almost like I couldn’t breathe from how swollen my tonsils were and how blocked up my chest was, plus I couldn’t breathe out of my nose. So I went to the Hospital after work on Monday, they gave me some prednasone, some tyolenal (I have no idea how to spell that…how sad) 3 with codeine in liquid form, and the kicker, a shot in the butt of penicillin. If you’ve never had the joy of experiencing this lovely shot, it’s about the consistency of peanut butter and it bruises, and makes it hurt to sit….Still hurts now. Hopefully that will pass soon. That all together paired with making sure to get some rest, and resting some this weekend has helped me get better.

Unfortunately I had my firearms training and went through the pepper spray and CS Gas at work already and that did not help my sickness cause. My ear protection wasn’t on one ear right and it’s been hinky since then, getting better in stages though. And well, walking into a shack full of pepper balls that have just been shot into the air as well as putting pepper spray under my eye, then being forced to walk through the same shack full of CS gas was interesting to say the least and certainly didn’t make the sick Shari feel better.

Yeah things are looking up around here, I feel really drained from going back to work because I’m simply not used to it, and it’s hard for me to get motivation to do a whole lot out side of work. I have made dinner all weekend though and I did pretty well, my meals have tasted great. Anyway, I’m alive, if anyone is still reading, and I’m going to start updating regularly again.